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[well, fuck.

he doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that, and whatever control he has completely snaps at the same time. several things happen at once: his hands pull at the bindings, as he presses himself further into the bed. his legs draw up, and his toes curl in the sheets. the first sign of sweat starts to appear on his body.

and then a moan snaps from his mouth, his eyes closed tightly.

that control snaps, but he fights to get himself back under control, even as his body twitches and squirms in response to every stroke of his fingers, and every warm lap of his tongue. jay can't get his body to stop responding and he desperately wants to grab griffin, practically beg him to stop, and he strains against the binding, as griffin gets another moan from him, one that he didn't want to give so quickly]

[Every moan gets a pleased hum from Griffin, the throaty vibration thrumming around Jay's cock. He sucks on it between breaths, between strokes. Meanwhile, he plays at stroking the prostate - sometimes both fingers at once, or offset, letting two different tempos simulate him.

Absently, Griffin wonders if he could take Jay to climax before ever getting to penetrate him fully. It seems almost fun to find out. But all this moaning and squirming was making Griffin hard too - he longed to put it inside him.

He slowly peels his lips off Jay and rumbless,]

I think it's time for the main event.

Edited 2020-01-19 21:36 (UTC)

[and then Griffin stops, and it really hits Jason how hard he'd lost control. He feels a desperate need, and where a moment ago, he'd been wrestling with the instinct to not beg for him to stop, then he found he didn't want him to stop.

he's a wreck underneath him. the composure in his face gone, left with a slightly stunned expression, and then his eyes finally look back to Griffin. And he licks his lips, staring at him with desire, openly wanting him, held back and trapped by the wire. but his legs press close to Griffin, trying to pull him in.

he feels like he should say something, anything, to match the mood set by Griffin's comment. the main event. but his head feels a little fuzzy from the desire.]

No one's done this to me before.

[Griffin's eyes flutter with pride - for himself, FOR JAY - as he admits quietly,]

Now you know how you make me feel.

[...He pauses to just punctuate that with a soft kiss, a little flustered by how gorgeous Jay was. Griffin slips oit of his own pants and hefts Jay's hips up against his. His fingers come out to coat more lube over his own cock and...

Hand gripping tight on Jay's thighs to spread them, Griffin angles himself to penetrate. Slowly, savouring the tightness, he presses into Jay with a shudder of pleasure.]

H-hah...

[it was a whole different world, taking it, instead of giving it. it's at once, both too much and yet he wants more. but jason has always loved things tinged with pain. he hooks his legs around him, to make the angle easier. he's not straining the bindings just yet-- just watching griffin.

did he make it weird? did he say too much? the thoughts flirt across the top of his mind, but he's too busy watching Griffin.]

[Griffin meets his eyes, wishing he could impart exactly how much this meant to him with a look. How much Jay meant.

Unable to help but smile, he bites down on his lip as his full cock slides inside him. God, it felt so good, he loses himself for a moment - a hitch of breath - before starting to fuck him.

He meant to go slower to start, really, but having held back for this long to work Jay up had pent up his own urges more than he realized. With a grunt, he thrusts in hard - each one steady but aggressive.]

Fuck, y-you... make it feel so fucking good...

[-- yeah there was no time to adjust, and he hisses out. but the pain never really bothered him. but with the full force of Griffin's cock inside of him, he feels each thrust like a strike of lightning. what little composure he'd gotten back was fading quickly.]

Haah...

[his eyes close-- and he was reminded of how close Griffin had already gotten him to the edge. and his back arches against griffin, his squirming subsumed under the effects of Griffin's thrusting. he wanted more. his arms strain against the bindings, unconsciously wanting to wrap himself around griffin, but instead forced to focus on the feeling of him inside of him.

the breathless groans quickly give way to moans, and soft keenings of Griffin's name.]

[Spurred on by the sound of his name on Jay's lips - like the sweetest music, he coveted every heady syllable - Griffin plies him harder, growing in tempo.

Must be hard, not being able to reach out when his longing was so strong. Griffin clings into him instead, bringing a hand up to clasp Jay's face to steady him in the oncoming rush.

Panting over Jay's skin, he groans,]

Are you-- close--?

[--before peppering clumsy, distracted kisses over his face, his neck. Pushing him harder and harder.]

Yes.

[he answers quickly, breathlessly. his body feels wound so tight, it's taking everything to hold on, and then he just keeps going harder, keeps going mercilessly. his body is covered in sweat from the heat and friction between the two of them, and each touch sends a tiny shiver down his spine.

but he was definitely trapped by the bindings, still not sure how he felt about them.]

Fuck-- fuck.

[he's so close.]

[A little more. Inspiration strikes, and as he holds Jay in place tightly, Griffin hovers over his neck and bites down--

His teeth sink in, drawing blood as he continues to ram his cock through Jay. You're mine, completely mine, and every fibre of him felt it. He'll keep the pressure on, letting the blood trickle down his back until the sharp pain pushes Jay over.]

[his eyes go wide-- losing even the modicum of movement he had before, plus the sharp pain in his neck. there's a tight sound in the back of his throat as finally, finally he feels himself over the edge. he comes, and he tries to catch his breath, move his hand, anything.

he's not used to being the one to come early, and he instinctively wants to go into the afterglow, even as his cum is dripping between him and griffin.]

[Griffin's teeth let him go, and he laps the blood up as his hold softens into a proud embrace. Just let him squeeze out his own relief inside you - that was the satisfaction Jay deserved, for being so good.

His thrusts go short and fast as he bends over Jay, arcing his hips up even higher to take him in. Without a partner to hold back for, he finishes off as quickly as he can, drinking in the sight of Jay to push himself: breathless, sweating, sticky with cum and helpless for him, it was easy intoxication.

He steals one more kiss as he spills over, gushing into Jay's inner walls with a deep and throaty moan. If he had words, they'd be thanking him. As it is, he breathlessly pulls out.]

[give him-- a minute. because he wasn't sure what he expected exactly, but once he lost his cool that way? it felt like he had a lot higher to come down from-- on top of the bleeding on his neck, and the bruises he can already feel forming on his wrists and arms.

he enjoyed himself, but he feels weirdly unsettled, not sure what to make of all of it, of letting griffin have his way with him, of getting tied up, or of, well, completely losing it. having no control over his body or its reactions to anything griffin was doing.

his breath slowly calms down, and he slowly gets himself back in check.]

[Still panting, Griffin rolls Jay over onto his side to better reach his restraints, undoing them as efficiently as he can - and maybe feeling a small pang of guilt at the red marks they left on his wrists.

There's awe in his voice as he murmurs,]

Jay, you're-- amazing.

[He pulls the wire off, tossing them to the side and takes his hand, running his thumb gently over the raw skin.]

[he pulls his other hand free, and holds it up, staring at the red marks for a moment. he needs the time to let the relief of having access to his hands again wash over him, the panic and paranoia he didn't even know he had can dissipate and fade to a more normal level.

then he looks over at griffin, aware that he looks a mess, and his words hit him and-- because of the sex. he's saying that because of the sex, though his memories are clouded with lust and a haze of pleasure.

and a half smile appears on his lips. it's fine.]

You have fun?

[Griffin, contented, lies down next to him and nuzzles his face into the crook of Jay's neck. It's so rare to see Jay so disheveled, that he can't help but comb his hand through his hair, just to slick it back, out of his face.]

Yeah.

...You really were hot like that, y'know.

[he notes-- and sort of appreciates that. the brushing of his hair out of the way. even though he could do it on his own. his head tilts lightly as he absorbs what Griffin's saying to him.

that he was hot.

the second time this has come up, and he still isn't sure if he's imagining the right way to parse that. so, he responds with what he expects griffin wants to hear?]

You said that. It'd be awkward if you didn't think that, after laying me up like that.

[he pauses for a moment, and tilts his head against griffin's, just slightly, sticking his opposite hand back behind his head. he wasn't sure, still, about giving up his ability to move his hands, but... he felt like he owed griffin this, after doing so badly at the cuddles last time.]

[Griffin breathes out a weak chuckle, still high on the vision of Jay underneath him. That was a memory he wanted to keep to himself for his nights alone. Fondly, he reaches over to hold Jay's wrist, massaging his hand gently to get his bloodflow back.]

'Cause it's true. Was it...

[Sheepish, he bites his lip. It felt stupid to ask. But he had to make sure, after everything Jay did for him,]

Was it good for you?

[he watches him, lets him pull his hand, though his eyes inevitably go to the lines from his grappling hook. there's a slight pause.

and then he kisses the top of his head,]

Yeah.

[Ah.

That one word was enough to make Griffin glow with gladness and relief. Smiling stupidly wide, he returns the kiss with one on the cheek for Jay.

Pure, quiet gratitude colours his voice as he nuzzles close,]

Thanks. For trusting me.

Mm...

[he pauses, his eyes not quite leaving those lines.]

... I don't know if I'd want to do that again, though. At the very least-- just you, got it?

[His smile takes on a bit of a guilty tinge, but - he nods, in understanding.]

Okay. It's-- not for everyone.

[Jay did this for me. Just me. That thought weighs on him as Griffin takes in his face again. He cups his cheek, reassuringly.]

You tried it. That... means a lot already.

[he nudges him.]

Knock off the guilty look. I can decide to do or not to do stuff on my own.

[he's... trying to communicate. don't let that ruin this.]

[Griffin shoots him a mock pout]

Fine - I regret nothing and I'm gonna daydream about it later.

Fair.

If it was that hot, it'd be a shame if you forgot it.

[irreverence is a coping strategy.]

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